It seems unusual for those in their group to have a care for plant life, so catching Emilia bending to a garden as he passes near the house gives him some pause. Watching a flower bloom at her touch stops him utterly.

"I've been trying to do that," he breathes with no small amount of envy and turns toward the garden with an eye on the rest of the wilted blooms. "But at the most, I think I've only strengthened them a bit and learned what they're lacking."

Eleven gives the flower a smile. "It's beautiful."